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I BELIEVE, THROUGH A WHISPERING This is languorous ecstasy, This is the love fatigue, This is all the thrills of wood Among the embrace breezes, This is, to the gray branches, The chorus of little voices. O frail and fresh murmur! This twitters and whispers, It looks like the soft cry The rough grass expires … You say under water …

Rungsted, Denmark, 1885, is the place where he was born a girl named Karen Christentze. A family wealthy and happy, a beautiful country house a few miles from Copenhagen. This is the scenario where a ten year old girl loses a slice of his serenity, after the suicide of his father. The dual wealth – talking about a human being …

TRIUMPH OF BACCHUS AND ARIADNE   How beautiful is youth, who flees though! Who wants to be happy, either : tomorrow there is no certainty . This is Bacchus and Ariadne is this , beautiful , and the other is one of the burning : because time is running out and deceives , together they are always happy. These nymphs …

Thank you for having accepted my invitation to travel. This weekend, I return with great joy – with you – in places particularly dear to me, on a route that winds through the rolling hills of Central Italy, the birthplace of the Italian language and where it was created its flag flag. We will move at a speed of only …

LOVE   What I have in my heart, burning like our age, I dare you speak, how to define it? Is it a burning mirror hit your picture? A thrilling portrait born of your memory?   See! I think it’s you, even in your absence, In sleep; eh what! can you still watch? This overwhelming happiness that gives your presence, …

Do not write. I am sad, and I would turn me. Beautiful summer without you, this is the night without a torch. I closed my arms cannot reach you, And hit my heart is knocking at the tomb.                  Do not write! Do not write. Do not learn to die to ourselves. God asks only that … you, if I …

Hello, nice to meet you, on Meeting Benches. Its benches topics are open to contributions from anyone, but one where we are now sitting is called “library” where you can leave or find a book, or a review of a book. As you can see, today I have in my hand a novel by an Italian writer, but I must …

What was your last important trip? When you’re back home, you still had the certainty of departure, or you are immersed in the journey, to search for that part of you that you did not know she yet? You do not like Ulysses, as he was returning home in the same clothes he left, with his eyes the memory of …

From the diary-atlanteillustrato TRAVEL IN ITALY, publisher Meeting Benches (e-book format, available in Italian language and English). A painter of the Italian Renaissance, born in Tuscany in 1420, a pupil of Fra Angelico, has long lived in Florence, by decorating  the church of San Marco. Like many painters of that period, he also was in Rome, by decorating a chapel …

JOURNEY IN HELL: “She begins Dante’s Alighieri, of Florence, Divine Comedy, in which he deals with the penalties and punishments, of defects and merits, rewards and virtues. It begins with the first canticle of the first, the part which is called Hell, in which the author makes introduction to the entire work.” In the middle of the journey of our life, …

ISABELLA MORRA: Clipped wings   Seeing that desire beautiful, You have clipped wings, that stood in my heart, cruel Fortune, so that all of your sake I live fast, I will say this style rough and brittle a part of my inner evil caused only by you of these plugs, between these bitter costumes of irrational people, devoid of wit, …

VAGUENESS OF LOVE From the diary-illustrated atlas TRAVEL IN ITALY, published by Meeting Benches in e-book format from March 20, 2014 (English and Italian language versions of) its own page, with a poem and a picture of Veronica Franco: “I am so vague, and so my beloved converse with those who know how to have more opportunity to learn, that, …

VERONICA FRANCO: Certezza di amore   “Se potessi Essere sicuro del Tuo amore per quello Spettacolo Che le parole e la Faccia, Spesso varia anima mantenere Coperta, e se QUESTO mantiene la Mente stessa ha Raccolto le orme di Fuori, in Modo Che Gli ALTRI Non Sono Spesso catturati in Frode, Che paura uscito da me, Che E per QUESTO …

Gli amorini, da Agnolo Poliziano. Oltre intorno alle amorini battute nude qua e là volando: che con le ali di mille colori le rose erano sparsi messa in onda, che riempivano la sua faretra di fiori freschi, quindi la stavano riversando sul letto, come la nuvola che cade rotto fermi sulle ali, e poi giù lo scuotimento.